WHILE I'M AWAY DRIVING MY TRUCK, MY WIFE text edition TO SAY SHE LOVES sociable DISTANCING ….

NOW THAT IT'S MINUS 8 INCHES.

My Australian interstate highway truck driver's life can be pretty mundane with its retentive, slow freeway and empty out-back highway, so my wife and I engage in a wander tease game which is harmless and fun, and to be honest, sort of exciting. But when Covid came along, the rules seemed to change, and our little game whilst I was away driving encountered some unexpected eddy and turns. If I were a pilot film, I could've said it soared to breathtaking heights.

I've tried to digest my diary-style story to the titillating and juicy snatch, but it only makes sentiency if the background includes some down-to-earth side-stories and facts.

………..

My name is Dez and my married woman is Belinda, both aged 37 and lived all our life sentence in Melbourne.

We consider ourselves as fit, active and healthy, and whenever we can, lease farsighted pass with our two Labradors, who also act as base guard and Belinda's protectors when I'm away driving.

Belinda has a diploma in supporter nursing ( auxo ) and disability home guardianship, and I've been driving interstate hand truck for eight years.

During our ten class of John Rock upstanding marriage we've discussed our illusion on many an social function, and have been clear and outspoken with each other.

Belinda's fancy, or at to the lowest degree the one's she's revealed, all include just us two, and doing the common romantics … making love on the beach at sundown, or in a snow covered log cabin in front of a roaring open fervor. I think her most risqué scenario is a ‘ naut mi high club'quickie in an airplane restroom.

Of course, all mine are a bit more …… well, you know what us men are like.

But although Belinda has sat and heard nearly of mine through, the one which disturbs her most is my desire for another man to take her and roughly and crudely own his way.

"I could never cheat on you, I love you too very much,"she'd crack as defense,"It just doesn't seem right to be untrue. And even if I was somehow squeeze and given no choice … that wouldn't seem the right way either and still feel like cheating."

"I love you too, and losing you to another would break my heart, but it's a fantasy that won't go away."I truthfully said,"The view of you being with another makes me hot and would progress to me need you even more."

"That seems perverse to me. How would it make you want me more ?"

"I know that imagining you being with another should make me angry, but it would remind me how beautiful and sexy you are, and that you could score any man you wanted. It would go like a competition where I'd have to try harder to be a better fan. Then if you told me that despite my best efforts he was superior in all kinds of slipway and had attributes I couldn't mates and which you preferred, I'd have to do anything you wanted to try and please you so you wouldn't leave me and hopefully I'd win you back."I rattled off as a lame explanation.

"Interesting…."My married woman had said, almost like she was talking to herself and immersed in bass thought,"I'd never looked at it quite like that."

The Sojourner Truth was, the simple thought of her becoming haplessly and wantonly aroused by the presence of a potent alpha male was the turn-on for me. His sheer animal magnetic attraction would mist her goodness assessment and subvert her richly lesson touchstone and she'd simply appropriate herself to be taken. Imagining her submitting to a man with a cock much liberal than mine, and with the enduringness and staying power of a race-horse … and her being on heat, accepting whatever he did, even if he were far Sir Thomas More ‘ ardent'than I'd ever be. The real opinion was a big turn-on for me.

Hence I've nurtured a piffling betray tease plot between us to the percentage point where she bequeath swordplay along. At first I'm indisputable she was reluctantly play-acting to indulge me, but lately she's started fully playing her theatrical role, making it ever more unquestionable and convincing.

…………

I'd departed the Melbourne depot before daybreak and was fast approaching Sydney around early-afternoon when the hands-free on my dash lit up and beeped. Belinda sounded excited.

"The agency just rang and said they want me to do a couple of weeks at the Sampson Hotel. They've commandeered it as a quarantine hostel, and need a few auxos like me."

"Oh, that sounds unspoiled, hon. You gon na take away it ?"

"That's why I'm calling. It'll be a live-in. Once I'm in, I won't be able to leave for a mates of weeks. I haven't asked Mom yet, but you know she'll select the dogs. And with you being gone for various days anyway, it all just seemed like honorable timing. They've offered top money and innocent meal. What do you call back ?"

"I can't see a problem. Serge talked about I may make to duck across to Normanton once I've dropped off at Cairns, so I'll be gone for at least a hebdomad, easygoing. Yeah, go for it, hon."

"Oh, Cindy will be pleased,"was my wife's delighted response.

"Why, what's Cindy got to do with it ?"I asked, unable to obscure the angst in my voice.

…

Now let me explicate a little about Cindy. Although she is one of my wife's best friends at work, she's a mid-40s, twice divorced man-eater. She even hit on me once, and although I bet she's an out-and-out Panthera tigris in the pocket and if I were single I'd be straight in, I'd feigned choler and reluctantly but firmly declined. ‘ Don't ever pull a stunt like that again,'I berated, to which she pouted her merchantman lip with a puppy-dog look as her way of saying, ‘ what a shame.'

…

"Cindy will be coming with me. In fact, that was my lone concern. If we end up sharing a room, she may end up, you know …"her words trailed off.

"No. What you know ?"I asked as my heart skipped a beatnik. My question required an answer.

"She might make for a man back to our room."

"Well, you could always part him,"I said in almost a croak.

"And what if I didn't want to ?"asked Belinda in response to my wicked suggestion.

"Ask Cindy to tie you up so you don't have a selection,"I quipped as I felt a jolt in my loins.

"I might just do that. It could be fun,"she returned, adding fuel to my smoldering burn.

"Dirty girl,"I responded.

"But I bet you'd like it though, wouldn't you, cucky boy ?"she asked, knowing my answer.

"Got ta go. Speak soon,"I blurted, giving a promptly gust on my air horn as a parting sayonara before I pressed end call. I was starting to loose concentration.

………….

I pulled into the Sydney depot a picayune after 3pm to be greeted by my good mate Pete.

"farewell it with us,"said Pete."We'll do the trade over and re-fuel. Crib three is detached if you wan na grab a duo of hours after you've eaten. cairn terrier ain't gon na go away."

"Cheers Pete. make us a shake about eight 30, yeah ?"

"need tucking in ?"he quipped.

"You wish,"I quipped back.

………..

I drove hard through the night to beat the Brisbane morning spate before pulling up near Noosa for a few hours kip.

I brimmed the truck's three fuel tanks and set off again at mid-day. I drove straight through and reached cairn terrier on the olfactory property of an oily rag at seven the next morning… 19 hours straight…. I'd had enough.

3000 klick in 51 hours….. if only supermarket shoppers knew the truth.

…………….

"Hi, honey buns,"I said to Belinda when she answered my call."In Cairns safe and auditory sensation. How you's going ?"

"I've done my inductance, so this afternoon I go in for a three hebdomad stretch. I hope you don't brain, but with it only just being set up and the offset batch of arrivals still drifting in, that's how they want to go it. At least I'll then get a totally week off. They've got me on night seven while seven, but it should be Ok…. You sound tired."

"A bit, but I'll be able-bodied to sleep all today. They want me to go all-night to Normanton. Goodness knows why the topical anesthetic male child can't do it. I think they're short-handed."

"They're struggling for staff here too. There's supposed to be eight security guards for the three hundred room. There's still a lot vacant, but even so they've only got two precaution at the mo. It just doesn't seem enough to me. I hope whoever's in there behaves themselves."

"You gon na be in a way with Cindy then ?"I ask, seriously wanting to know the answer.

"Nah. The rotas were already drawn up to spread the experience around, but I am gon na have got to share. I meet my new room-mate later today. They've told me she's a junior auxo and that we'll be working as a team."

"I hope she's not a raving lesbian,"I quipped.

"Oh, I do,"Belinda quipped back.

"Dirty fille,"I said.

"You go get a shower and some sleep. I can smell you from here."

"Yeah, thanks. Message me when your new lesbian ally turns up. Ni Nox, sleep together you."

"Nighty night, cucky boy. Love you more."

……………

I slept all day and awoke at 6pm to determine a new text edition message.

"Not a raving lesbian. Has young man, but gorgeous and seems a big flirt. Maybe she brings men back to room."

"Maybe you both should."I text back.

"Maybe we will,"her textual matter teased.

…

My cock stirred as I pondered her words a niggling recent whilst taking a shower.

…

I saddled up and was just about to pull out of the yard for my ten hour overnight run across to Normanton when my cell pinged ‘ new subject matter ’. I opened her text and read.

"They recon some bad eggs turned up today. bull here tonight for excess security though, so feel safe."

"I just leaving yard. What they done ?"my text returned.

"Dunno, but they said don't be alone with them."

"Best not then. stoppage safe xxx"

"I'll keep away …. unless they're all rapists."

"Dirty girl."I text back.

"Don't margin call me. I may be interfering …. cucky boy xxx"

…..

The supposedly ten hour overnight drive out Rebecca West turned into a xii hr nightmare. It was lashing rain by the time I arrived.

…

"Lucky you made it,"the guy at the homestead shouts up at my exposed cab window from inside his flapping and dripping-wet oil-skin."A big one coming and it'll plough our track into a swamp. You may be here for a day or two. Back in under the shed before it dumps, then come in and birth a provender while the boys fork you off."

"Cyclone ?"I ask anxiously.

"Not yet, but everyone's on edge."

….

Far Union Queensland storms can be nasty. I'd heard there may be rain, but with no radio reception on my all-night trip across open country, this ‘ big one'was an unwelcome surprise.

…..

By the prison term his modest crew of four had off-loaded the jigsaw of panels and beams which would go their new machinery store, the raindrops looked like knitting needle flying sideways.

……

"You in a big upsurge ?"asked the homestead guy as we looked forlornly out of the kitchen window,"‘ cos even if you make it to the bitumen, that shit-show they grade as the road back to cairn ain't gon na be worth two bob with this lot."

"I'll stay until it's all cleared away,"I ceded,"if that's Ok with you guys ?"

"No need to ask, old mate,"he replied, slapping me a couple of times on my shoulder,"Just leave a few bob on the fridge for your beers."

…..

And so it was. A remote bush homestead at the end of a prospicient muddy track and with telephone wires down and no cell reception.

Two nights I was there. I was gon na say stuck there, but that wouldn't have reflected the true warmth and hospitality these bushies extended. They treated me just like family.

….

On the tertiary day a mud-caked police force Hi-lux 4x4 pulled into the homestead forecourt.

"People been looking for you,"the sergeant said as he straightened his cap while walking towards me, then surprisingly extending his hand for a shake.

"Not you guys I hope,"I laughed, partly from relief at knowing the outside human beings still existed.

"I think …. Belinda, is it ? …. may devote you a harder prison term than we ever could when she gets hold of you. Your silence has been driving her crazy. She'd seen on the news show that we'd had it bad, and when she couldn't ambit you, she got onto your boss, and your sat-tracker confirmed you were here. So she got onto the Melbourne Met who patched her through to me, and I assured her that if you were here, you couldn't be in any unspoilt men. She did say that if I found you were Ok and her vexation had been wild, you were going to pay for it. There isn't anything I should have intercourse about, is there ?"

"No sergeant, honest. We're rock solid,"I said with an ironic chuckle."She wouldn't have been serious. Just unduly worried I speculation. You know how it is ….."

……….

So, at dawn the future daybreak I drove out of the homestead and pussy-footed all the way back to Cairns.

……..

As I got closer to civilization, my cell picked up a signal, so I pulled into a lay-by and made the call.

"Oh, thank good you're Ok. I was worried pale. The news said some of the route were washed out about the Lapplander fourth dimension you were you there."

"Well, form of. The phone lineage were down and the data track to the homestead was too slipshod to run a risk, so I decided to stay put for a mates of days. I'm nearly back in cairn now though. How you's been ?"

"We're Ok. The new daughter I contribution with is a peachy gag, and there's been no trouble with the occupier. Those bad eggs weren't the raper I'd hoped"

"Dirty fille. look, I need to get going before they all leave for the day, but I'll school text you as soon as I know what's happening and where they intend to send me."

"Speak soon then. making love you."

……….

"Moved Normanton, have they ?"the sarcastic yard boss asked when I walked into the cairn raptus bureau at six o'clock that evening.

My twenty-four hr round trip had taken five days.

…..

I didn't ring Belinda. I just sent her a text saying I was ok and to wish her in effect night.

………….

I couldn't get loaded that nighttime for an ahead of time departure, so it was after ten the next sunup when I started the 20 minute drive back down to Brisbane. It was only a few bales of compacted recycle cardboard, so I dawdled along, taking my clip and stopping for a sleep, arriving at 6.30pm the next day.

During all that time we only sent a couple of exchanges of schoolbook to basically tell each early we were well and still alive.

………..

When I'd parked up, I rang her.

"How you's doing now ? I'm in Brizzy for tonight. Parked up outside a recycle one thousand. It stinks, but I'm good."

"Ha ha. Told you I could smell you from here. Who's a unsportsmanlike fille now ?"

"rich person you been a pestiferous female child ?"

"Maybe,"she taunted.

‘ What you been up to then ?"

"We've all been tested for Covid every day and no-one's got it, so we're allowed to socialize now."

"Socialize ay ? And who you been socializing with ?"

"That would entail being with several hoi polloi, so technically that's not quite correct."

"So who then ? Just your lesbian Friend ?"

"Oh, reliance me, she's definitely no lesbo."

"So who then ?"

"Just some immature New Zealand guy. It's ok. He's been missing his Mom, so I'm looking out for him. He's nice and cute."

"How old is this young New Zealand guy then ?"

"Immature I said … I got ta go, my shift's already started."

"How old ?"

"Look, I'm occupy now"

"How old ?"

"twenty dollar bill four. Got ta go. sexual love you. Ni-Night."

…

She'd ended the call without me even saying goodnight.

Does the phrasal idiom ‘ Gggrrrrr'mean anything to anyone here ?

……..

I bedded down it my sleeper-cab for the night. At 3 am the ping of a text woke me.

"He really is skillful and cute but his tight fitting boy-shorts make him attend immature. When I say he appears immature, I mean it looks like he could be quite wooden-headed. When I say it looks like he's quite thick, I don't mean thick in the read/write head. Ni Night, cucky boy."

I fell back to sleep with an erection.

……..

The fork-truck driver whizzed off the regular hexahedron of cardboard just after 5 am, and I scooted across to our Brisbane depot just as the dealings got lively.

"You up for another run up to Townsville and Cairns ?"asked the dispatcher in the office.

"I do live in Melbourne, you know."I sarcastically replied.

"We're short on staff, and Serge said he could spare you for a few days. Wan na go or what ?"

………

I texted Belinda.

"Got go back up north. Def away another 5 days min."

It was half an hour later and I'd already hitched up my trailer when her reply pinged.

"Gon na be stuck in here too. Not wearisome though, not now I've found something interesting. Keep your mind on the road, cucky boy. Now going bed."

"Dirty girl."I text back.

"Not yet."was her angelic, shortly reply.

………

I had breakfast and a shower down and expend another two hours dozing. I set off at just after 2pm and intended to drive straight through. I got a message at 6.45pm as I was approaching a truck-stop where I could brim my tanks with cheap fuel, so I pulled in, had a pee and register her text.

"dark slip was Ok. Had right slumber till after luncheon. Been occupied most of afternoon."

"Occupied ?"I texted back.

"Fully occupied, cucky boy."she returned a few minutes later.

…..

I drove with an erection and my brainpower on auto-pilot most of the rest of the night. I pulled into the Townsville transport station at 6 am the adjacent morning.

……

"Townsville safe. Cairns next. You had good shift ?"I texted while the male child forked away half of my cargo.

I didn't get a reply until almost an minute later when I was just about to leave. I was tired and wanted to get the five hour last leg over and done so I could get some well-earned sleep.

"Just fin. drilling night. Now shower, breakfast, bed. textual matter when u get there. I prob fast asleep."

"OK xxx."

……

I'd been driving for virtually of the last 23 hours and was dog jade when I arrived in cairn terrier at 1pm and dropped my trailer at the loading sour grass.

I simply texted"C safe, nite xxx"and clambered into my cab bunk and slept.

…….

It was coloured when I awoke. I looked at my phone. shite, nearly midnight. More than ten hr sleep. I had been tired.

…….

I did a long a pee on my rear tyre, then texted.

"Only jus woke up. You Ok ?"

"fine. Busy."She almost immediately replied.

…….

I wandered across the yard to where I could see the the Nox security measures guy sat in his little light wooden cabin watching what I assumed was porn on his lap-top.

"Sorry to disturb if you're busy,"I said to his red face after knocking and waiting half a min for him to unlock and open the threshold to his little wooden world.

"Sorry,"he gushed,"They told me you were asleep in your cab and I didn't expect ….."his watchword trailed away.

"Hey, don't worry about it,"I soothed his embarrassment."We've all been there. Any chance of a coffee berry ?"

……….

We sat and chatted for the easily portion of an minute, then he suddenly dropped half a bomb-shell.

"You going back to Brizzy tomorrow, yeah ?"

"header south at least, I guess. nonentity has said, but I wan na start heading back to Vic to see my wife as soon as I can. It's been a while. Why, what's up ?"I asked, having seen he had some kind of scheme in mind.

"A mate of a mate has got a niece who needs a lift back down there …"

"Oh, I dunno."I interrupted his flow. Giving airlift was not something I did. Any of us did.

"No, I know, I know, no-one does lifts."he acknowledged, understanding my reluctance,"It's just that she came up here on the hope of a job and it fell through, you know, all this Covid shit and clobber. She's done her doe and needs to get back down home."

"Oh, now look, I know everyone's doing it problematical, but …."

"Come on,"he cajoled,"At least think about it. mouth to the girl. She'll be here in the morning looking for someone to take her. See what you think."

…..

Now I'm a reasonable and reasonable guy, it's just that I don't do lifts. It even crossed my mind to just put her bus fare on my mention circuit card, but if Belinda checked our statement and saw … ….. and I knew if I looked in the whites of her eyes, whatever she was like, I'd end up with an unwanted passenger, but against my better judgement I said,"OK."

……

It was just after 6 am when I walked out of the loading office. I was to rejoin to Brisbane, but there was only an hollow trailer to take. I wandered across to the security system wooden cabin.

"This is Paula,"the security guard introduced."Paula, this is Dez."

She was a marriageable, petite and pretty young thing aged about twenty two I guessed, wearing a lean white-hot top, a blue jean mini-skirt and sandals. Her nymph size of it made her seem a bit younger.

I tried to take control. I motioned for Paula to come to outside, and we had a piddling chat.

"Isn't there any former way you can get down to Brizzy. I'm really not supposed to give lifts."

"I've got no money left, and Mom stocked up on food and clobber in case of a lockdown, so she won't have any spare hard cash to send me until pay-day at the end of succeeding week. We had an parameter about me coming up here in the start blank space, so she's in no temper to borrow money on my account. I daren't tell her I've got no-where to bide and am likely to starve to death before the end of future week. It's all bad, I really need to get domicile, like, now."

I sighed a with child sigh down my nose."I sympathize, I really do, but….."

She grabbed hold of my shirt sleeve and glanced around at no-body near.

"I've got no money, but I'm desperate. I'll make it worth your while, if you know what I mean ?"

I knew exactly what she meant, but even that didn't washout with me.

"You've not met my wife, have you ? She'd cut off your tits and then exact a tongue to my nut, if you know what I mean ?"I threw back.

"Ok, ok, but are you gon na help me or what ?"she said, becoming snappy at having her obvious charms rejected, and I guess also out of desperation and despair.

"Now listen up,"I said, taking control, as I grabbed her arm and gave her a shake,"look at me."

"What ?"she asked, not understanding my drift.

"expression at me. reckon into my eyes."She did.

"Have you got a beau back habitation ?"I asked.

"Yeah,"she answered.

"And can't he place you any money ?"

"He's got less that I have."

"And do you have it off him, I mean, do you really love him ?"

"Of course of action I do. I miss him."

"And you were prepared to, you know, do me a favor to get a raising ?"

"Look, if you don't want to accept me, I'll find someone else,"she said, her eyes starting to take with tears, probably thinking I was giving her a hard meter for no cause and being a complete ass-hole.

"I'll take you."I said, breaking the tension,"but no hanky-panky, Ok ?"

She virtually leapt up into my arms like I was her best Friend who she hadn't seen for weeks.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,"she blubbered, as rent streamed down her cute minuscule nerve. I must admit, I welled up a little too.

……………..

It was five hour later as I was beetling along on the xx 60 minutes trip and making in force time, my exclusively freight being an empty preview and Paula and her little grip, when my hands-free beeped an incoming obscure phone number cry. I looked across at Paula and put a digit to my brim, and she made a zip motion across the full width of hers.

"Yes ? To whom do I speak ?"I asked.

"Is that Mr. Dez ?"the hesitant but unmistakably kiwi fruit accent asked from my dah speaker.

"Sure is. What's up ?"I returned, still none the wiser as to who was calling.

"You don't screw me, but my public figure is Nikau, and I'm kind of a Friend of your wife."

"Yes, go on,"I said, my heart having seemingly leapt into my throat.

"Well, I'm just ringing to ask if you're cool with it ?"

"Cool with what, exactly ?"The inwardness in my throat suddenly racing.

"Us being friends."

"And just exactly how favorable are you two being friends ?"

At this point I glanced across at Paula who flared her eyes extensive exposed like saucers.

"well, just Friend, so far, but …"

"So far ?"I repeated back, interrupting his flow.

"fountainhead, sir, she is being quite a flirty but I know she is get hitched with and I just…."

"Let me ask you something,"I again jumped in, surprised he had called me ‘ sir ’."How did you get this number ?"

"I know it was amiss, but we were in the canteen sitting together when she went to the wash room and left her mobile on the table, and I took a picture of her liaison list."

"That's very honorable of you to tell me, Nikau. Are you always this honorable ?"

"My Pop told me to always be on my guard sir, yes."

"Be on your guard ? How so, Nikau ?"I asked, repeating his name. I must hold, it had a prissy ring.

"wellspring my uncle is quite famed and I've always been taught to quash bringing any scandal to the family."

"And who is this notable uncle of yours ?"

"I can't say his name, because I don't want it attached to any trouble I may accidentlly cause, but he plays for the New Zealand All Blacks."

"You're not in any problem, Nikau. Not yet, anyway. So, he's in the All Blacks, eh ?"

"Yeah. He got me a trial there once, but I wasn't quite truehearted enough."

"So you play rugby ?"

"Oh, yeah. That's why I'm in Melbourne. I've got a tribulation with one of the local anaesthetic A grade teams."

"What position you play, Nikau ?"I asked with unfeigned pastime. I'm a bit of a rugger fan myself.

"Usually front row prop, sir."Nikau stated.

Now, for those who aren't familiar with the plot, a typical front row airplane propeller is built like the proverbial brick shit-house, and who could probably also carry one under each arm.

"And the Joseph Black knocked you back ‘ cos you weren't fast enough ?"

"wellspring, they are all pretty full at everything, sir."

"Hey, Nikau, do me a favour and stop calling me sir. My name is Dez, Ok ?"

"Yes, sir, Mr Dez sir …."he struggled with the habit of a lifetime.

"Now let's go back to the root. You took a risk of exposure to get my identification number, which is fine, I'm not angry, so why exactly are you calling ?"

"fountainhead, Belin…. I mean your wife … and I seem to own become great friends and she's invited me back to her room this afternoon. If she didn't tell you and you found out from somewhere else and thought there was something going on, you might …… well, I am in quarantine in here and if the culture medium get, well, I don't know how to explain. Like I said, my family can't be seen to be involved in any scandal."

"That was all a bit of a jumble, Nikau, but I know what you're trying to say. Look, I'll distinguish you what. Do not, I repeat, do not severalise my wife you rang me, but you may go to her room this good afternoon and have a coffee and mouth or watch out a moving picture or whatever else she had planned. But if things get a bit flirty I want you to say something to surprise her….. have you got a pen ? …… thoroughly, now write this down."……..

……………..

With Paula being my totally bust copilot, I generously made two hamburger-joint pit stops and a pee occlusion I wouldn't usually make, which added spare time to the journey. She also caused me to decelerate down for a short-circuit spell when she announced the vibe of the motortruck were making her horny. She then proceeded to invest her feet wide apart on the fascia and digit herself to an overtly libidinous and very vocal orgasm right there on my passenger seat as we were driving along. I reminded her the deal was no hanky-panky, but she'd responded,"try and stop me if you dare."

I read Belinda's text at the s pit occlusive at 8pm.

"We need to talk."

I needed to talk too, but not now. To be honest, having Paula riding shot-gun was unnerving, so I couldn't facial expression it right there and rectify then. I got behind the wheel and drove.

…………..

I pulled into the railyard at 1am in excellent sentence, despite the innocent but matter to misdirection, having been hauling an hollow trailer.

"You sleep in here,"I told Paula,"and I'll go get myself a cot, and don't speak to anyone until I get back in the morning."

"Can't you stay here with me, or can't I come in there with you ? It would be nice."she pouted with a puppy-dog plea and a sparkling in her eye, to which I simple responded,

"Which do you think she'll cut off first ? Your teat, or my balls ?"

"Yeah, sorry,"Paula simply responded back.

Once I'd thrown my haversack on the bed in the crib, I sent a text, knowing it would order her the time sent.

"In Brizzy safe. Tired, going sleep. Text me in morning."

…………..

I awoke at 8.30am and register Belinda's text.

"Had tiring faulting. Going bed. Text me when you wake and know what you're doing. Need to utter please."

I quickly made my way across to my truck. Paula and her little suitcase were gone, but a pair of victimized panties were on my place. I walked over to the yard-man's hut and asked if he'd seen her.

"Remember Ben Hogan's Heroes ?"he answered without diverting his aid from the daunting patchwork of paperwork strewn across his desk. Or row he'd meant Schultz's, ‘ I see goose egg ’.

………..

The independent payload spot gave me a parcel of papers for the container and trailer I was to fill to the Sydney depot.

"If you can get there by lunchtime it would be undecomposed,"they'd joked, knowing my truck won't do 200 miles an 60 minutes. I told them to expect me about 9pm.

"Now off to Syd. Be driving till 9. You awake ?"I texted, still conscious we hadn't resolved her ‘ need to talk ’.

I didn't get a answer until 2.30pm.

"Awake now, cucky boy. Can we talk ?"

Knowing the possibility of an awkward conversation, I pulled into the next truck lay-by and knell her.

….

"Hi, honeybuns. I'm just taking a ten bit breathing time. How's matter ?"

"I'm respectable. Why didn't you call yesterday like I asked ? I needed to speak to you then."

"I was occupied all day,"I echoed her wording from the old day,"and I thought that you may birth been the Sami. I didn't want to interrupt anything."

"Well I wanted to let you know they definitely want me to stay an extra calendar week. They said it suits them for us to birth three workweek on and one week off. Is that Ok ?"

"I know Serge has tons of work on, and I've been running two log-books anyway, so if that's the causa I'll just hold on going for a few days longer. It's a bit laborious and I miss you, but the work is certainly there…… The hardest share is being on my own. It gets sort of lonely in this cab all by myself. At least you shouldn't be lonely."

"fountainhead, I did have a visitor. That's another grounds why I wanted to talk."

"I'm listening,"I said as my heart skipped a beat, knowing what I'd told Nikau to do and say.

"I needed to talk to you after my New Zealand friend had left and gone back to his room. He'd said the uneven thing, almost like, I don't know, like he knew you or something."

"Perhaps he does. What's his name ?"

"He's called Nikau, and his room-mates are called Ari and Benny."

"So you've made three new friends ?"I asked, my throat suddenly becoming dry.

"Oh, they're Ok. They're cute and pretty very much behave themselves and stay in their room. But when Nikau was here it was odd that he said what he said."

"They pretty a lot behave themselves ?"I queried.

"Oh, you know what youngsters are like. A bit boisterous, but mostly they are Ok."

"Now it's ‘ mostly Ok ’. Have they upset you ?"

"No, its …. never brain, it was probably nothing."

"come on then, spit it out. What did they say ?"

"No, it was just Nikau when he was here. When I went to the electric refrigerator, he kinda followed me and, well, I was a bit frightened because he kinda cornered me for a hour and studied me, like, scrutinizing, and said he wished you were a cucky boy."

"Oh,"I exclaimed, feigning surprise."That sounds like he had something on his mind. And what, pray tell, did you say to that ?"

"Well, I didn't. I was just stunned, him coming out with it like that, using those give-and-take and looking at me the way he did. But he backed off when I kinda shooed him away and asked him if he wanted something to drink."

"Backed off ?"

"Well he's quite a bit enceinte than me and like I said, he kinda had me cornered. It was a bit shivery for a second. I've never said anything to them about calling you cucky boy, ‘ cos they may take it the incorrectly way. But like I said, he used the phrase himself. It seemed flighty like, Oh, I dunno …."

"Like if he knew that's what you sometimes called me, he may have attacked you or something ?"

"I wouldn't say approach, no, he's not that sort of soul. But if he knew I called you cucky-boy he might have tried to ……. I don't know what he might have done. He is a bit expectant than me."

"How big is he then ? You joked before you thought he was, how did you say, ,, ‘ thick'?"

"Oh, he's thick alright. Thick everywhere."

"A big guy, huh ?"

"All three of them are. They're Mauri rugby histrion. They've got forearms the size of my thighs."

"They've been measuring your thighs, have they ?"

"No, you ass."

"But they must be a bit intimidating though ?"I asked, my heart continuing racing.

"fountainhead, they all seem Nice and friendly, and so far they've all been cultivated, but when they're all together at the same time, they are a bit overmaster ….. they are three really big guys, you know."

"And what does your lesbian room-mate have to say about your new Quaker ?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. She moved out. She's bunking in with another guy. One of the quarantiners. Has been for a match of daylight now."

"Is that allowed ?"I asked, genuinely concerned, knowing this Covid diddley can be nasty.

"We're still getting tested every second day, and thankfully no-one has it. That's why they're getting a bit lax here now, with people moving about and mingling like everything is normal. No-one is allowed in or out for a few more days yet, though. With working nighttime I've kinda lost track."

"And you're on your own in the room during the day now, though ?"

"Except for Nikau this last dyad of days. We have lunch together, then he walks me back to my way and usually comes in and chats for a trivial while. I think he's missing his Mom."

"speech sound like you're having fun."

"The work is loose, with just helping a few elder at bed time and first light and being on call overnight. It's lunchtime which usually get me."

"What happens then ?"

"Well, I have to go down to the canteen to eat, and that's why I've started sitting with Nikau and his friends. There seems to be more and more people hanging around down there in the good afternoon just lately, and they are getting more hooligan and unsatisfied every day. Maybe because there's no alcohol allowed, plus the foiling of being locked in for so longsighted I guess."

"Maybe frustration in other ways too, huh ?"

"Oh, don't public lecture about that. I'm at the point where I'm really looking forward to, you know…"

"Me too. But at to the lowest degree I have to hold off. Seems to me you don't have to expect if you don't want to."

"Well, I do want to wait."

"Yeah … ‘ want'to, but don't have to."

"You really are a cucky boy, aren't you ?"

"And if you let that slip to Nikau, you could be a really dirty girl."

"stop consonant it. You get going before you get me all worked up. Nikau will be here soon to walk me down to the canteen. Text me when you get to Sydney."

"And you text me if you let anything splay out … or maybe pillow slip in. Text me later anyway, Ok ?."

"Go on, get going to Sydney, cucky boy, and stimulate sure you drive that truck safely."

…………

I was slightly surprised I hadn't received a textual matter when I arrived at the G at 9.15pm.

I texted her,"in Syd safe. xx."

………..

I peed on my cover tyre and walked across to the security cabin where the guard was sat all on his lonesome. He greeted me with a ‘ hi'and told me there was water in the kettle and milk in the fridge. The news program channel on his little TV in the niche was on mute, and I was blankly staring at its scrolling up-dates whilst waiting for the timpani to boil when I saw the give-and-take Sampson Hotel roll across the merchant ship of the screen.

"turn of events it up, turn it up,"I agitated at the precaution, franticly flapping my arm towards the TV.

…..

"And we now cross live to our correspondent outside the Sampson Hotel in Melbourne. What can you tell us about the situation there now, Michael ?"

"Well it all seems to be calm here now David, after the constabulary had locked down the domain here outside the Sampson Hotel earlier today. We haven't had a courtly statement from the constabulary as yet, but eye-witnesses have confirmed to us here at MBM newsworthiness that several of the residents who were confined to the hotel under Victoria's strict Covid quarantine regulation were taken away in some of the fleet of police vehicles and one of the ambulances which attended the scene."

"And what do we make out about why those people were removed by the police earlier today ?"

"Until we have an prescribed statement from the police force, we can only go on what eye-witnesses have told us, David. Most of those detained appeared to give various modest injuries consistent with the hearsay of a batch brawl which is alleged to have erupting inside the hotel at some decimal point in the early to mid-afternoon. One person was taken to Caufledge Hospital, and our source there reports that item-by-item, believed to be a man in his fifties, is in a stable condition with non-life-threatening injuries."

"Thank you, Michael. We'll leave it there and bring you more updates as they come to hand. We turn to frolic now and the Cicily Isabel Fairfield glide Sea Eagles ………."

I waved my hand, and the safeguard turned down the sound.

"You OK ? You look like you've seen a ghost,"he asked with concern.

"My wife works there,"I stated blankly as I slumped down onto one of the wooden chairs.

"Oh my God ! Have you spoken to her since, you know, today ?"

"No. She usually texts me around seven, but I've had nothing."

"Do you want to use the telephone ? anticipate her ? Call the cop ?"

"No, it's Ok. give me a moment."

I took a import. Then spoke …

"A mates of people I know there have my identification number, so I'm sure I would've heard if she was involved in anything. She knows I don't usually listen to the news, so she probably assumes I don't know and won't be worried. And no news show is practiced news, right ?"

"Yeah, Ok, if you're sure. If there's anything …….. ?"

"No, its Ok, thanks."

………..

I made myself a coffee and watched the screen on the mum TV in silence. No former up-dates about the incident were scrolled amongst the other news-worthy events of the day, so after half an minute I told the guard I was heading back to my cab for some sleep.

…………

At five thirty the next morning I strolled across to the piddling guard hut and the guard had something to show me.

"come in, look at this, I recorded it not long ago. I've been watching the news and I knew you'd be occupy. Overnight they must've interviewed some hoi polloi from that hotel matter in Melbourne.

And sure enough, without the guard realizing it was my married woman, he'd recorded her and her consultation. A guy in a total haz-mat suit is at the chief entry, holding a microphone on the end of a long pole under my wife's nose.

..

"In your own words, can you draw what happened here yesterday, Belinda ?"

"Well, the residents seem to have been getting more than and more restless in the cobbler's last few days. I came down to get a late lunch, and when I was sat at my table checking my mobile for substance from my husband, individual suddenly grabbed it out of my hand, asking why I should hold a speech sound and he didn't. I was trying to grab it back when someone else pushed me and I fell down, then mortal hit him, and next thing I know it seems everyone is fighting all around me while I was laying monotone out on the floor. We've never had sufficiency security safety here from day one, so lucky for me it was my friend here who scooped me up and saved me. He's my hero. I don't get it on how I'm going to repay him."

All the clip Belinda was speaking, she's leaning into the side of a vast and tall, Loretta Young Mauri guy who has his muscled, dark skinned, ham-shank of a tattooed fore-arm draped around her shoulders. The flat ribbon of one of her hands was rubbing small circles around the eye of his liberal bureau and she occasionally tilted her headspring to glint up into his eyes as she spoke, as all the piece he smiled fondly down at her.

"My only regret is my sound is now broken,"she continued,"so I couldn't inform my husband. But he's away driving his motortruck for respective day, so it's not strange we don't get to speak for a day or two. I doubt he'll have heard about this as yet, so he won't be worried."

"And you, youthful man, what is your figure ?"asked the donor, swinging the mike pole his way.

"Nikau, sir, from New Zealand."

"We thought you might be,"beamed the presenter, glancing back at the camera with a wry smile inside his full- face, clear credit card bill."Were you hurt at all in the incident ?"

"No sir, I just scooped Belinda up in my arms and carried her out of injury way."He looked down at Belinda and spoke compassionately and directly to her."I didn't recognize your headphone got broken though, Bee,"then turned to lecture at the presenter like he was giving an explanation."I share a room with two other friends from New Zealand. I'm sure they've got a spare part Mobile River,"then looking down and again addressing Belinda,"if you want, we can give you one until we all get out of quarantine. It should only be another couple of days."

"Well I've got some news for you, Nikau,"the presenter jumped in,"we've been told that because of the breach of the strict quarantine regulation, the isolation clock is going to be reset to zero, so you may be giving her one for another 14 twenty-four hour period. What do you opine about that, Belinda ?"poses the presenter, again flashing a grin back at the camera.

Although Belinda didn't smile, her eye appeared to flare with a sparkle, and her answer to his question seemed relaxed,

"I suppose I'll have to put up with it, although isolation from family is really queer,"as her circling flat ribbon gave the bureau of her hero a few house pats."I think it should be Ok with my married man. He's an interstate truck driver, so he's used to taking care of himself when he goes away for a few days, and he's one actual tough cookie. Won't he be surprised when he finds out it's me who's going to be out of reach for a mates of week ? At to the lowest degree he'll know I have my fighter and his friends looking after me while I'm stuck in here,"she stated, smiling straight up at Nikau, as he returned a tarriance, affectionate gaze.

"Well, that seems to be all from here at the Sampson Hotel for the moment. It's back to you at the studio, David."

…………

I mulled over the whole situation.

At least I know she's good and why she hasn't called or texted. If she got her hands on another earpiece, I'm not even sure whether she knows my number. There'd been no need to memorize it if it had been stored on hers. Of row, I know Nikau has my telephone number, but obviously he can't tell Belinda. And with my disc of incoming calls, I now have Nikau's number. But by the same reasoning, how could it be explained how I acquired that ? And if I looked up the number for the hotel, the lines would be manic and probably jammed. And if they've reset the quarantine principle inside the hotel, she may not even be capable to memory access their telephone set anyway. Of course, my chief at military headquarters has my number on file if she looked up the company number. It all seems a bit tangled at the minute. I decided to stop over-thinking.

I went to the freight agency for my next assignment.

………..

"You Ok for Brisbane again ?"asked the dispatcher."The City hospital up there seems dying to re-stock their supplies. It's mainly masquerade party and PPE and stuff and nonsense, so I suppose it's fairly important."

"Oh, for goodness sake,"I moaned,"am I the solely driver in this company who knows the way up there ?"

"It's all we've got until tomorrow,"he bats back,"and that's across to Adelaide."

"At to the lowest degree that's heading in the right direction for me to get home for a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. It's been a while."I pointed out.

"I know, but this Brisbane Hospital job is fairly pressing,"he cajoled with Hope in his eyes.

"Ok,"I sighed,"afford me Brizzy.

………..

I collected the paperwork. I hooked up my trailer. I climbed into my cab ….. and I drove.

10 hours of non-stop tough driving later I'm pulling into the huge saving bay behind Brisbane infirmary, with the lowest time of day adding to the lately afternoon traffic nightmare.

I look at my phone. Still no messages. Damn.

At 8.30pm as I'm pulling into our Brisbane depot to park up for the Night I get a beep of a text.

It's from Nikau.

"Dunno if you heard. Was some worry here. Your wife not involve but her phone got broken in the fuss. She is fine."

"Thank you. Keep in touch."

………

Next morning I'm asked to take in a cargo back to Sydney. I saddle up and at 7am I'm on my way.

I was making good time, so when my earpiece beeped a message at 12.30 lunch-time, I pull up for a breather, a pee and a read. It's from Nikau.

"Belinda and Ari were sharing banter in canteen when she jokingly called you cucky boy. He been teasing her about it. Just letting you know."

I tried ringing his identification number, but it just went to call-answering. He texted again.

"Not allowed public lecture on phone in canteen no more. They think I playing a game."

"You with them ?"

"We all in mobile canteen, yes. B stopped work for dejeuner break."

"Stopped ferment ?"

"After the trouble, she asked for day shifts and got it."

"Ok, thanks. Keep in touch."

………..

I resumed my journey, mulling over the implications and timing of her dayshifts.

………..

Fighting my way through the rush-hour buzz, I pulled into the Sydney yard at 6.30 pm.

At least here, I can get a mobile canteen repast, a shower bath and a crib for the Night. It's all good.

………..

At 8 pm I send a textbook to Nikau's number from my short oblong bedroom.

…………

"How's thing there now ?"

"All good."

"Is B interest about me ?"

"Not at all. Why would she be ?"

"I not spoken to her for like 3 days."

"I've spoken to her."

"What u mean ?"

"Told her u must be secure cos been texting me."

"U told her ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"U told her u looked at her earphone ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What you mean ?"

"No secrets between B and I no more."

"No secrets ? U been talking about me ?"

"My dirty girl been talking about her cucky boy, yes."

"You call her dirty female child ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What you mean ?"

"She my dirty girl now, cucky boy."

"You call her dirty missy to her cheek ?"

"She calls herself sordid girl to all our faces."

"All faces ?"

"Ari, Benny and me."

"How long she been doing that ?"

"Ever since became certified dirty."

"Certified dirty ?"

"Ever since got herself blacked."

"How long this been going on ?"

"About 24 inch ?"

"24 inches ?"

"Do the maths ….. eight inches prison term three."

"Was it just a one off ?"

"We all got off."

"Was just one off though ?"

"B just told me to say it'll end up being 336 in"

"336 column inch ?"

"8 x 3 x 14 twenty-four hours"

"She there with you now ?"

"We all are."

"Can I talk to her ?"

"Not really. hope you don't mind."

"Department of Energy she mind ?"

"Had no complains."

"So can I speak to her ?"

"She said to say no ‘ cos about to be fully occupied again. Just said to say ‘ honorable Nox, cucky boy ’."

…………

At 1.30 am I'm awakened by a Ping. I open and read the text.

"Our dirty girl said to say you don't have to worry, she's being looked after by her new Friend. And if this evening anything go by, for next couple week she gon na get well and truly taken caution of… … nighty night cucky boy"

I fall asleep with my bridge player slowly stroking my erection.

……..

Next first light I send a school text to Nikau relation of my next destination. I get an almost instant reply, and I doesn't come as a pure surprise.

"Our dirty fille don't maintenance where you are, cos she in seventh heaven right here."

"Can I speak to her ?"

"My talk time credit reserved for my Mom. I can unlimited school text for free."

"Tell her I love her."

"She loves you too, but we found former things she loves."

"Is she getting her own speech sound ?"

"Dirty young lady is mine, cucky boy. From now on, you go through me."

"Tell her I'm safe and well."

"I pass it on 5 times a day if you want. I'll text u whenever I feel like it."

"Ok."

"tinker's dam right Ok cucky boy. Dirty girl is ours, so go pull your own picayune trailer. Ha ha ha."

……………..

And so it was. Over the future few days I tramped up and down the eastward seacoast corridor, working all hours God sent, regularly reporting I was safe and well. All I received in return were a series of unwholesome and unsettle texts.

"Our dirty girl getting unclean every day."

"She upset Ari close dark. She know not do that again."

"B got breakfast in bed this dawn. Had to open her back talk wide."

"She's not wearing her wedding striation no to a greater extent. What you think to that, cucky boy ?"

"B has no complains, but was moaning late into the night."

"You been pulling your lagger, cucky boy ? Every night we been pulling a train."

"B begged Benny to cease. He laughed and kept on going ... ..and going…… and going."

"Shop ran out of extra magnanimous condoms. Me and Ari not been using them anyway."

"Wow. Should've seen B go dark. You really should've ... Sorry, forgot, you can't."

"B been treated well. Every Night she been well and truly taken maintenance of."

"You been delivering your load ? Us three studs been delivering ours."

"Did I tell you she getting dirtier every Night ? I can't remember."

"B ran out of the pill. Said she don't concern, said ‘ just do me.'”

"neighbour complained of disturbance, asked could we ‘ arrest it down ’. Benny misunderstood."

"She never had 3 at once. Tonight that changes… ... we decided."

"Said being dirty is courteous. Said getting blacked way much better."

"screech and wriggles a lot, don't she ? Still had no complains though."

"You been pulling your trailer, cucky boy ? We been pulling a wagon train every night."

………………….

After eight twenty-four hours of this texting coquette torture, I finally end up back in Melbourne.

………………..

"I need a span of days off, Serge. I've not seen my wife for nearly a month."I say to my genus Bos back at home plate base.

"You done good, son, made us both some decent coin. take on a couple of days while I get your hand truck serviced. I'll tell ‘ em not to rush along and I'll give you a call when it's prepare. But our playscript are chock-a-block full, judgement, so I'll need you to bulge straight back then, Ok ?"

"Cheers boss, no worries."

…………

I jumped into my car and burn straight over to Belinda's Mom's sign of the zodiac.

The dogs jumped all over me like a rash before they dashed off back outside. Belinda's Mom gave me a long, big squeeze hug.

………….

"Suppose you heard about the Sampson Hotel fiasco ?"Mom asked.

"pity they reset the quarantine clock and she had to stay in there another three weeks."I moan.

"What are you on about ? Belinda's been at home in self-isolation for eld. I thought you would've known."

"What are you talking about ?"it was my number to ask a perplex dumb inquiry. I hung on every word of Mom's unnerving answer.

"She's been at home. Not long after the ruckus she came down with a cold, but even though she tested blackball, they sent her household anyway and told her to stay there for 14 twenty-four hours just in case. If she stays in strict isolation and then psychometric test negative, she can start back at the hotel. The federal agency have slews of body of work on their books, so In about four days'fourth dimension at the end of isolation, assuming she tests negatively charged, she'll be going in for another three week stretch. harbor't you guys been talking to each other or what ?"

"Not really. It's a foresighted fib. So she's been at rest home on her own, then ?"

"Of course of action she has. Who else would she be with, you gravid lump ? I've been dropping food and supplies on her veranda and talking to her through the glass in the front window. Didn't you hear me ? She's been in what's known as closing off, dopey. The hint is in the name."

"Oh, yeah, right…. It's just that …. Oh, never mind. So did you get her a new mobile sound ?"

"What do you mean ? She'd already got one. Don't you know anything ?"she continued at my intently quizzical gaze."When hers'got give, that Mauri boy, what's his figure, Nikau, gave her his own phone as a gift. Said he'd use Harry's or Ari's or whatever his epithet is to address his Mom. They had a trade name new one in a box, but no sim. They said they'd sort it all out when they got out of quarantine. spirit of gold, that boy. You ought to be grateful."

"Oh, I am Mom. I'm sure he's a wonderful guy."

"At least him and his friends have landed on their feet coming to Melbourne."

"How so, Mom ?"It was now apparent there was a great slew I didn't know.

"When they got tested negative and were let out of quarantine they all went for run at some rugby situation. Belinda knows all about it, but when she explained it to me I didn't really understand. Anyway, they've all got placements for the start of next time of year if they can hang around ‘ cashbox then. In the mean-time Nikau and his two champion have scored jobs with the security firm that supplies guards to that there Sampson Hotel. They'd always been short on security measure. It's criminal how they've got away with not having adequate guards. Anyway, now they will have. And it'll be commodity for Belinda too, having her friends there to talk to when she's allowed out of isolation in a few days'clock time and can get back to workplace. It's all in effect, hey ?"

"So those Mauri guys are working at the hotel now ?"

"I don't think so. Not yet. I'm for certain Belinda said the rugby football property had found them all post through the rugby academy while they'd been doing their trials, and as far as I understand, they've been allowed to bunk down there while they did their security guard duty courses and wait for their diploma. Hopefully they can come out work at the beginning of future workweek. But I thought you guy wire would've been talking and you'd know all this stuff."

"No Mom, we kinda been talking about other things."

As my mindless left bridge player scratch line to swipe at my tabernacle and massage on my frontal bone while I grapple with this new info and blank stare at the flooring and emit a bass suspiration, Mom asks,

"You Ok, son ? You look stressed."

"Oh, it's nothing, Mom, it's all salutary ……… everything's just bloody marvellous."

"So by the sound of it you've not been home yet then ?"asked Mom after the dogs had come rushing back, interrupting our conversation by jumping all over me, and then dashing off again.

"No, not yet. I thought she was still at the hotel."

"You guys really harbor't been talking stimulate you ? Is everything Ok ? You's not been arguing or anything ?"

"No, Mom,"I reassured her with a chortle of ironic laugher."We've only been able-bodied to text, so we've been keeping everything legal brief. It's Ok, it's all good."

"wellspring right you get over abode and see her. It's a disgrace you can't hug or do anything else,"Mom said with a knowing scintillation in her eyes,"but at least you can talk through the glass and straighten a few things out. I'm assuming you'll be staying here tonight. The save elbow room is free. How long have you got off work ?"

"Yeah, of class, Mom, thanks, staying here would be groovy. I've only got two nights off, unfortunately. piece of work is short staffed with some of the guys self-isolating and we've got gross ton of oeuvre on."

"So you'll have to head off before Belinda is out of place isolation and back at the hotel for another three weeks ?"

"It looks that way, don't it ? Oh well, I'll go see her and see how she's doing, and I'll be back in an hour or so I guess ……….

………

I could see the next three calendar week our cheat on flirt game would be yet Thomas More bitter-sweet agony, knowing she'll be returning to the hotel with unsated frustration… .... and with her three new rugger playing supporter to proceed her ship's company.

Oh boy … ... with a now perfect mix of unnerving ingredients, her texting ribbing agony could get a altogether lot lot worse .